[Lumen]

"Fuck!  Alright first thing's first, we need some smokes.  Yea smokes and pain killers..."  Knives mumbles as he slowly fumbles around to pick up the assorted bottles and supplies scattered across the old junker.  Each strain is accompanied with a moan or sharp gasp as he tries his best to keep moving despite the pain.  "Let's just go home."

*Home... I wish...*

[Csjarrat]

You adjust your AR feed back into focus, pissed off at its blurry overlay. You'd got a message and a missed call waiting for your attention.

[Lumen]

"Oh." Knives shakes his head to focus and pulls up the message. "This better not be bad news."

[Csjarrat]

//mission a partial success. Enemy alerted, we need you out of the country ASAP. Head north, we'll update location shortly. Do not talk to anyone, at all//

[Lumen]

"Shit lads, just got instructions.  Head north and keep com silence.   Looks like we're in for another long drive."  Kniveslets out a long sigh, *Damn I was really hoping to sleep in that fine ass bed again.  I just hope there's a medbot wherever we're heading. *

[Csjarrat]

__Both__
Dunk pulled pack out into the traffic, honks of horns erupting from behind you and angry scooter riders zipping between you and the oncoming traffic.
Fuck, north? thats it? jesus, couldn't be more fucking vague eh? pull up a map lads, we're gonna need to keep off the main roads..

___Scawire___
Calling forth across the astral, a spirit answers you and grants your request.
Summoner, I will do as you ask..
You check the rear view camera, but it was fucked. You assumed it must have been mounted on the section that took the hit.
Instead you did it the old fashioned way, peering out of the windows and through the cracked rear windshield. You kept an eye out periodically, but nothing caught your eye, your spirit returning minutes later and confirming nothing out fo the ordinary to be following you on the astral.

[Lumen]

"We should get some better directions soon.  Let's see..."  Knives pulls his holoprojector from his soaked overalls and broadcasts a map.  "I'm no good with directions meself but looks like you can take that exit and keep heading north."  He grogily points with his left hand,  the right one laying limp beside him.

[Scawire]

Mantis is glad to hear back from his Spirit helper. Thank you. Mantis takes a big drag from what is left of his smoke, the team seemed to have caught a break. Thanks that is great news. Mantis looks over at the group. Well guys I just summoned a spirit that has given us the all clear on the astral front. Seems we don't have spirits or mages on the astral trailing us. Mantis kills the last of his smoke then looks over at the map. We are so going to need cigs or this car ride is going to have a grumpy ork sitting shot gun.

[Lumen]

"And a pissed Cockney in the back!  We definitely need some smokes! "

[Scawire]

Mantis decides to pull up a map of France for Dunk to look at. Since Mantis was looking for Jen he invested a few pounds into a set of maps to see if any online stories lead to her. Turns out he needed to find a true seer to get on the path to her arms. Mantis's mind starts to drift back to the lady at the market. With this new move it seems it might be hard to talk to her face to face, but he did get her card maybe that will come in handy another day.

[Csjarrat]

Dunk sticks to the residential roads as much as he can and winds his way out into the leafy suburbs, the buildings gradually changing from tenement blocks to town houses, to low rise with gardens.
Your eyes feeling heavy with exhaustion and your lungs burning with the urge for a ciggy, Dunk pulls in at a petrol station as the low-fuel warning chimes from the old junker's dash.
You're aware of your punched up, bloodied and generally sodden appearance however, but spy the restroom facilities for the agricultural trucks that must use this as a last stop off between the warehouses and the open fields that lay ahead of you. You'd suspect there'd be a vending machine inside with burner links, disposable clothes and pay-per-use showers but could see the camera covering the entrance.
As you glance around you see that the forecourt is quiet, a lone motorbike stands unattended by a pump as a young ork serves a helmeted customer inside the shop-come-fuel station.
A dog walker on the far side of the road glances at the damage to your vehicle as dunk brings it to a rest at the pump.
Sorry gents, it'd be a long fucking walk te north o' France wi'out some fuel. Ye want anything from inside?

[Scawire]

Mantis knows he wants to get himself some new cigs, his last one was only a halfer and he needed a good supply of death fog for his lungs. Well we have cameras in place. I have a mask spell that should deal with that. I'll cast one on my self. Just pony up your requests. The less I have to deal with the clerk the better. With the plan set out Mantis's mind starts to think of an Elf he saw in East London from time to time. Then decides to give his spell a casting after which he will ask his two teammates what they thought of the spell.

[Lumen]

Knives lays down in the back seat, trying to not draw attention to his bruised and mucky form. "Get me some smokes mate and make it quick.   We're not supposed to talk to anyone.  Oh yea and some dry clothes would be nice. "

[Scawire]

Mantis knows he is not happy going into the store with cameras the team is trying to keep a low profile, but the team wants smokes and clothes. No way in the belly of a dragon am I going to trust in just my spell. Mantis gets out of the car and walks to the store to get himself and Knives some smokes and clothes. As he gets to the door he decides to scratch at his forehead with his head down to try and conceal his face from the camera. Then does his best to keep his head down and find the cigs and clothes. Getting two packs for each him and Knives as well as some clothing for him and Knives.

(OOC Will also try and get what ever Dunk wants too.)

[Csjarrat]

___Both____
Dunk nods and laughs at your proposal. Aye lad, make hung like a troll and as pretty as an elf will ye?
Seeing you head off into the shop he sets to fuelling up, keeping his face away from the camera even though he knew it was fairly futile.

___Scawire___
Getting out of the car was absolute agony. The blood had pooled and congealed into the seat and it peeled away from your skin slowly and painfully as you eased your way up and onto your feet. Drips of blood slowly leak down your saturated clothing and you knew it might leave a bit of a trail
You reach the door of the shop with a limp as the motorcyclist leaves, graciously holding the door open for you as you enter the shop.
It smelt of warm bread and your stomach rumbled, having missed the kebab run earlier in the evening. You have a quick look around and see that the smokes are locked away behind the counter. A hot servery hums to your right, fresh soy-bread baguettes and various pastries lining the three shelves within it. A door with a shower and male/female signs above it were just next to the servery, obviously leading through into the toilets and wash rooms. The young ork attendant nods at you in acknowledgement of your arrival and returns to nodding his head along to the beats of the quiet audio feed coming from the store's tinny speakers as he monitors the camera display on the wall behind the counter.
Various groceries and automotive supplies lined the rest of the shelves as you headed into the washrooms. It smelt of damp, a bay of three shower cubicles ran from right to left in front of you, topilets through a seperate door on your right. A dispensing machine stood at the far left of the room to serve clean laundry for 10NY and a vending machine stood next to the toilet door loaded with racks and racks of fresh disposable clothing, soy-bars and disposable 'links.
As far as you could tell from the limited broken english instructions, basic clothing ran at 20NY a pack in a light blue and premier clothing ran at 50NY a pack in a choice of colours. Soy bars were 5NY but the listed flavours meant nothing to you and a disposable link was 110NY.
Payment by credstick or e-bank transfer only
Make your choices and deduct correct funds from charsheet please.


___Knives___
You lay down to keep as low a profile as you could, hearing the motorcycle fire up a minute or so after Mantis left. The rythmic drumming of the fuel pump was quite soothing as you laid out, your eyes felt heavy and your body weary from the day's exertions.
The heater had slowly begun to push some warmth into the cabin but your clothing was still sodden, cold and clammy. Knowing your thick and warm greatcoat was just on the other side of the seats in the boot of the car was torture. You shivered and hugged your arms around your clammy skin for warmth